last night:
how are you doing? alright? you seem to be getting along fine.
well, no one's yelled at me yet, and I haven't poured a drink on anyone, so I think I'm okay.

except I can't remember how old I am or how many years I've worked at the diner. 19? 4? yes. I'll post those here for reference.

new development: a trundle bed in the living room for me, beside the internet nook. the furniture arrangements in my house are laughable. we moved my clothes into a fun pile in chel's room, and lined boxes beneath the bed. everything's pastel.

it still doesn't feel like summer. but it's sunny, and I've started reading again, so we're getting there.

we idealized summer, I'm sure. backseats and bonfires and the music. I know they're worried about it not being the same, about losing what we had, but I'm looking forward to seals and photography, sundresses... and my license, what a shocking thought! I promised the museum and mystic, and by God, we're going.

because I can't help thinking, this is my last summer here.

ash @ 11:38 AM